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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.