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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.