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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.