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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.