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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Fluxion,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Visage,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.