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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
June Days,
DNA,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.