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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.