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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.