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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.