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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.