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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.