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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.