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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.