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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Trojans,
MDC,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.