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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.