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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.