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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.