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 France and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.