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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.