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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.