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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.