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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.