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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.