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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.