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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.