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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.