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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.