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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Brick,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.