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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.