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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.