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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.