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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Visage,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.