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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.