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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.