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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.