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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.