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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.