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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
PIL,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.