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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.