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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.