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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.