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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.