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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.