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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.