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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Nico,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.