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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.