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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 June Days to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.