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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.