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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.