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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The Victims,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.