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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Sparks,
AZ,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.