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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.