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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Pretty Things 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.