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 Burkina and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.