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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.