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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.