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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.