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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Mars,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.