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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.