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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.