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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
June Days,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.