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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.