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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.