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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.