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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.