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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.