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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.