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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.