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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.