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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.