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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.