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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.