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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.