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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.