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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.