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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.