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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.