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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.