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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.