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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.