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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.