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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.