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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.