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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.