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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.