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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Monolake,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.