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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.