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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.