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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.