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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Saints 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.