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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.