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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.