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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.