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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.