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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.