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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Names,
10cc,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.