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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.