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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.