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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.