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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
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.