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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.