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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.