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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.