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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.