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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Excepter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.