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 Libya and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.