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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.