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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.