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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.