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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.