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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.