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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.