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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.