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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.