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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.