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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.