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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.