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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
UT,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.