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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.