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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Can,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.