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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
MDC,
New Order,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.