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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Altered Images,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.