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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.