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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.