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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.