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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.