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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Gong,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.