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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.