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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Roxette,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.