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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.