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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.