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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.