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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.