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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.