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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.