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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.