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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.