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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.