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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Section 25,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.