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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.