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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.