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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Technova,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.