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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.