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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.