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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.