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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.