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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.