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 South Africa and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Television,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
CMW,
Audionom,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.