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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.