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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.