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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.