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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Parry Music 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.