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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.