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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.