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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.