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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.