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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.