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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Cameo,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.