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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.