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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.