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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.