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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.