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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.