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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.