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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Japan,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.