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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.