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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.