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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Swell Maps 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.