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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Television,
Newcleus,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.