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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.