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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.