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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.