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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Slits,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.