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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.