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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Television,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.