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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.