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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.