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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.