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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.