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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Mars,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.