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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.