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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.