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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.