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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.