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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.