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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.