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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.