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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Brick,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.