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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Scientists,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.