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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.