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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.