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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.