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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.