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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.