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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.