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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Visage,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.