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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.