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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.