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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Technova,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.