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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
New Order,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.