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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Visage,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.