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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.