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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.