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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Television,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.