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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.