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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.