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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.