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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Names,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Television,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.