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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.