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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.