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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.