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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
the Association,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.