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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.