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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.