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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
This Heat,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.