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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Franke to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Q65,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.