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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.