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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Index,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.