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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.