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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.