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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mars,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.