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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.