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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.