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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.