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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Jawbox 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.