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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.