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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.