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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Magma,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.