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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.