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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Fall,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Index,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.