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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.