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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Gong,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.