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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.