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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Motorama,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.