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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.