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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.