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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.