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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.