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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.