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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.