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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.