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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.