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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
MC5,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.