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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.