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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.