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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.