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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.