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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.