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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.