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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.