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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.