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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Main Source,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.