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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.