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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.