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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.