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 Israel and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
UT,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.