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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 ABBA to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.