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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
New Order,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.