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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.