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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Index,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.