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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.