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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Mars,
Moebius,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.