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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.