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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Anakelly,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.