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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.