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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.