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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugs to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Inner City,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.