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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.