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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.