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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.