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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.