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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.