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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.