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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.