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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fear to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
a-ha,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.