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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.