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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.