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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.