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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.