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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.