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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
AZ,
Smog,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.