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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.