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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.