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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.