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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.