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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
CMW,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.