Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.