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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.