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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.