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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.