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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.