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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Shoche,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.