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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.