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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.