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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.