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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.