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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.