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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.