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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.