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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.