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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.