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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Brick,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.