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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Can 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 crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.