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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.