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 India 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.