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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Scion,
John Lydon,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.