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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.