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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Brick,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.