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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.