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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.