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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.