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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.