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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Can,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.