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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.