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 Palau and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rod Modell 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.