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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.