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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.