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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.