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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
New Order,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.