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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.