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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.