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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.