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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.