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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.