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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.