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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.