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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.