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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.