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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Television,
The Smoke,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
the Swans,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.