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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.