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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.