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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.