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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.