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 India and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.