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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.