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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.