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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.