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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.