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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.