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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.