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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
June Days,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Skaos,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.