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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.