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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.