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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.