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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.