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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.