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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.