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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.