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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.