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 China and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.