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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.