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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.