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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 organ 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.