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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.