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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.