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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.