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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.