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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.