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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.