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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Crime,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.