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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.