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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.