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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.