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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.