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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.