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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
MDC,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.