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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.