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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.