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 Peru and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.