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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
MC5,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.