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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.