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 China and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
JFA,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.