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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.