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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
DNA,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.