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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.