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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.