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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.