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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
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Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.