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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.