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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.