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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.