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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Doors,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.