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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.