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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
MC5,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.