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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.