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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.