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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
UT,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.