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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.