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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.