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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.