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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Gong,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.