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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.