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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.