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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.