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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.