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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.