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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.