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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.