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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.