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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.