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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.