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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.