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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.