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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Television,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.