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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.