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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.