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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.