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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.