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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.