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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Gong,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.