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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.