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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.