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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.