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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.