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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.