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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.