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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.