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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.