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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.