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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.