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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.