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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.