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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.