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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.