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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
MDC,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.