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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Pagans,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.