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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.