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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.