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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.