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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Monks,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.