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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.