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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.