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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.