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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Germs to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.