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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.