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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.