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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.