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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.