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 Cyprus 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.