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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.