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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.