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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.