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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.