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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.