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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.