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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.