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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.