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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.