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 United States and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.