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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.