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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.