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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Busters,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.