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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
DNA,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.