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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Roxette,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.