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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.