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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.