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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.