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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.