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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.