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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.