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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.