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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.