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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.