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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.