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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.