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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.