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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.