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 Rwanda 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.