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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.