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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.