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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.