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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.