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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.