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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.