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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
cv313,
JFA,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.