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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.