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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.