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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.