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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Scan 7 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.