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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.