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 Mexico City.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.