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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.