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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.