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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Slave,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.