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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.