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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.