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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.