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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.