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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.