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 India and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tremeloes 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.