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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.