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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.