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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.