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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.