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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.