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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.