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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Index,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.