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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.