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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.