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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.