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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.