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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.