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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.