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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Scientists,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.