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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.