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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.