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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.