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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Inner City,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.