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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.