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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.