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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.