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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.